The twin curses of modern life are boredom and mindless episodic excitement. Life is poisoned by them and art is their antidote.
“Whose ways is strange when it’s time to survive? Pray on the plane, get off, laugh at God Goddamn shame, but gave ’em the nod Game is the game, still slept like a log”
billy woods | “crawlspace”
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